Jerusalem remembers in the days of her affliction and of her miseries all her pleasant things that were from the days of old: when her people fell into the hand of the adversary, and none did help her, The adversaries saw her, they did mock at her desolations.

He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.

Those who did feed delicately are desolate in the streets: Those who were brought up in scarlet embrace dunghills.